You Do You, I'll Do Me Poem by Jeremy Willson

The gloomy boy fell asleep under the old oak tree
He laid there with his cigarette between his lips, he felt free
But only in his dreams never in his dreary reality
He pushed away all the people who spoke to him playfully
He didn't want friends, he preferred you to be his enemy
Then you could not tare apart his heart and see
Into his abyss cause it would only make you angry
His life was sad and he liked living in his misery
You couldn't save him if you tried so just let him be